Dark Horizons [event thread]
09-12-2014, 01:46 PM
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09-25-2014, 07:05 PM
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09-27-2014, 09:26 PM
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They had been out and about on a patrol, he and his sister, and though the skies above were darkening and the winds picking up dangerously Eirik was enjoying himself. Keiki was a curious sort of wolf, so different than Warja with all her serious healer talk and getting embarrassed over her silly friend. Keiki had none of that, in fact, Eirik loved her playful nature and her tendency to make even the most redundant task fun and exciting. So his attention had not been on those clouds rolling in, or the fact they were getting further and further away from the Gulley where they would be protected from incoming rain. At least until his dad's howl finally reached them.
Eirik had stopped then, glancing back a little nervously, before coaxing his blue-eyed sister to follow, hurrying them both back toward the Gulley before the storm finally hit. It was a race they were destined to lose, and even beneath the cover of the trees the winds whipped the leaves overhead about so strongly that they provided little protection at all. He could feel the rain water seeping into his pale, thick coat, felt where it seeped all the way through to chill his skin. He turned his head to cast a worried glance at his sister, encouraging her with words though he still doubted she could hear him. "Keep up, alright?"
He was quite wet and a little winded by the time he reached the densite within the Gulley, Keiki in tow. As he stopped, he cast a glance over one shoulder at her, hoping she had fared okay with their race to get here. He scooted a step closer to her to bump his shoulder against hers with a smile before he turned to look toward his father, unsurprised really to see the man frowning. It was an off day when Rune had nothing to frown over. "Is it going to be bad?" he asked despite already having his own hunch. He had seen part of the clouds on the race back here; he doubted it was going to be a quick storm.
09-28-2014, 03:47 PM
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09-29-2014, 10:06 AM
There were many rules in the world regarding various matters, one of which Kismet was breaking now. Did he care? No.
It was customary to stop, howl and wait at the borders of a pack, especially one where you were a stranger to nearly all within it though even if there had been time for such actions Kismet highly doubted that any would feel now was the right to to answer such calls nor would any loner in their right might decide that it would be nice to settle down within a pack with a storm and a half lingering overhead.
On the contrary that storm was exactly why Kismet thought it a good idea to stop by the lands of Secretua now. Providing they hadn't evacuated the place themselves, Warja, as a member of the pack would still be within these lands and though she was capable of looking after herself, it was his own mind he had to settle now as he worried about whether or not she was ok. That single hope that she was fine was all that he could think on, not once did it really enter his mind that this was perhaps one of the most ridiculous plans that he had ever had.
There were already wolves gathering as he finally crashed the pack's meeting. Saga had a strong chance of being unnoticed now as the Adravendi boy scanned the area, mismatched gaze settling upon Warja and a sigh of relief leaving him as his hopes were confirmed.
09-30-2014, 01:58 AM
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09-30-2014, 08:15 PM
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Eirik saw his father glance away before answering, sensing more than understanding that there was more to his simple statement than what he let on. A little puzzled, the tall, pale grey boy glanced away from his father and tried to follow his line of sight, noting Amar but still unable to put the pieces together. Was it his cousin? He looked at the spotted boy a little more closely, realizing then the look of worry that he expressed. It did not seem like he was taking the storm talk very well, though Eirik could understand. It was hardly a momentous occasion. Offering whatever comfort he could to the younger wolf, the rosy-eyed boy smiled, even wagged his tail, to try and lighten his cousin's mood.
Of those not present, he really had only been expecting his aunt to possibly show up next, but when he noticed someone coming in to join the meeting he realized very quickly that it was definitely not the darkly colored, green-eyed woman. His gaze was quickly drawn to the large, tan-faced wolf, surprised to note that he actually knew who this was. And as soon as he put it all together his gaze sought out his sister, wondering if she had possibly failed to mention to their parents that her friend was going to be coming by for a visit. And, almost as an afterthought, he felt the corner of his mouth pull up a little into a slight smirk. From the look on their dad's face, he was sure this was going to be a bit awkward, and he was really glad not to be a part of it.
As his gaze traveled back to the male, intent on offering him a "Sorry, buddy," sort of look, he caught movement within the woods on his other side, something pale and ghosting and fleeting as it disappeared behind a bit of the forest. Immediately Eirik's rosy gaze narrowed as he craned his neck to stare, suddenly nervous as he waited to see if whatever he had seen would make another appearance. When nothing happened, he felt the strong inclination to go investigate but hesitated. What if it was nothing? But then...what if it was something? What if someone was here, hiding out from the rain even though it was claimed territory and therefore not the kind of place you should be crossing into?
Daring to risk it, Eirik stepped away from Keiki's side and drifted quietly off and around Kismet to where he had seen the unidentified movement. The loud call of his father briefly made him flinch, but it only managed to make his dark paws carry him away faster. If he managed to uncover something, or someone, who was not supposed to be here it would all be worth it. His steps grew quieter, more creeping, the closer he got, and eventually stopped in surprise. There actually was someone here! "Hey!" he stated with as much sternness as he could muster, trying to imitate his dad, "You're trespas-" The words died on the tip of his tongue as he spoke them, at last realizing with surprise who it was that he had found. "Saga?"
10-06-2014, 06:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2014, 06:21 AM by Saga I.)
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10-08-2014, 08:04 PM
To his complete shock it seemed that he was not about to be questioned for his trespassing. Warja of course knew him and he had met Alamea and Eirik as well though Kismet still expected some sort of confrontation from anyone else in the pack, especially Rune himself. There would not be a word cast his direction at all however and that still unnerved him slightly, unsure on whether to stay put or actually move to Warja's side as he still longed to do.
In the end as she called out to him and questioned him he made up his mind and would finally approach Warja. He moved far slower now and the nuzzle he gave her was by no means as exuberant as their usual greetings, for he was suddenly feeling rather awkward under her father's wary gaze. Perhaps he was still waiting for some sort of punishment to be cast his way, he wouldn't let such a fear keep him from his best friend's side any longer though. Honestly, could he even get himself in any more trouble, he'd already trespassed, come charging in uninvited to a pack's meeting at a rather serious time.
10-27-2014, 05:34 PM
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For just a second the small, green-eyed girl looked amused, but Eirik could not quite wrap his mind far enough around what was happening to understand the humor. Saga was here. Miraculously and entirely unexpectedly. But why? Of all places for her to end up, of all places for their next meeting to take place, Eirik had never once considered it might be on his home turf right during the middle of a pack meeting. Baffled, in the second or so that it took for the petite wolf to remember where she was and answer the Secretuan Guard, he simply could not put the pieces together fast enough.
Though in tandem with the trespasser he was confronting, the pale grey and black youth remembered his own place as well and felt suddenly uncomfortable. He was a Guard of Secretua, charged with keeping its borders safe and dealing with any trespassers harshly in order to maintain order within the pack. Because of his rank, he would be expected to chase Saga out and make sure she thought twice about stepping beyond the pack's border again, but...
He understood where she was coming from. The storm was growing more and more dangerous by the minute, and even he had seen the sense in racing for the protection of the Gulley with his sister in order to get out of it. It was obvious that even she had been caught in some of it, her fur as disheveled and soaked as his own if not more so. And though it was expected of him, he could not bring himself to send her right back out into it. They might have only had a fleeting acquaintanceship, hardly anything even solid enough to consider a friendship, but even so in this situation he felt responsible for her. And sending her on her way out into that storm was not the responsible thing to do.
Quietly he breathed out something akin to a sigh below his breath, casting a hasty glance over his shoulder. There was no sign of his father tracking his scent behind him, of which the boy was incredibly grateful, but it still meant the decision of what to do was entirely his own. On a whim, making a snap decision and sticking to it, he turned his head back around to regard the soaked Saga with a nervous but resolute stare. "The storm's getting pretty bad out there. I might be able to talk my dad into letting you stay," Eirik offered, adding quickly so as not to seem too overbearing, "if you want to."
10-27-2014, 06:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-27-2014, 06:39 PM by Saga I.)
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10-29-2014, 12:24 AM
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Even Saga seemed to realize the craziness of their meeting and hastily tried to cover it up with assurances that it had all been by chance. The fact she thought it might have looked a little too fishy to simply have happened on its own was almost enough to draw his lips into a half smile, but he was still nervous about his part in this meeting. As much as he loved his father, the guy was still pretty intimidating. Having to stand up to him on behalf of someone else was not going to be an easy thing.
But in the end he would since her answer was in the affirmative, taking him up on his offer of securing her sanctuary here inside of Secretua at least until the storm cleared enough for her to leave. If she wanted to leave anyway. Eirik supposed she would want to, considering she had a pack and all to go back to, but then again it still seemed weird for her to show up here all alone, even if the storm was worse where she lived. "Okay," he nodded, mentally preparing himself for what he had to do. His expression became a bit more serious as he turned away to lead her back. "Follow me then." Oh god, how was he going to do this?
He felt his nervousness rise as he followed the same trail that he had created back to the meeting with his family. His rosy pink eyes skimmed over each of them, mostly his siblings first as they were the best support system he had here, then his mother who was likely to be confused by his unanticipated companion but warm nonetheless, and finally rested upon his father. The imposing man held his attention the second he received it, and a little Eirik wished he was not in this position. But he had already told Saga he would help her out, and he really did not want to wimp out on her.
"I found someone else," the pale grey youth called, doing his best to steel himself for the confused but stern look he was sure to get and casting what he hoped looked like an assuring glance at Saga. "She's a friend of mine," - maybe that was stretching it - "She was in the area when the storm hit and needed somewhere to stay." It was the truth, more or less, and he hoped it would do. "Could she stay here?" A part of him wanted to bargain, to state that it would only be for a short time, just until the weather cleared and then the little wolf would be on her way. But not knowing exactly what Saga intended he did not feel right making those assumptions to his father.
11-03-2014, 07:47 PM
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